321/365
Right now, writing this line, I am so hot in my own apartment that the palm tree from Place Broglie seems only an appropriate image. Whereever one is in Europe at present, I guess.
A fan has been doing its thing upstairs in my bedroom for the better part of the day, trying to create some kind of sleeping conditions.
You tend to kind of expect that shit in Strasbourg in July, though. In Tallinn, you usually get off a bit lighter.
